Kp Nunez Poet Free verse

Nocturnal Nostalgia

I open my eyes to the lovely smile on mom's face 
and the tenderness in her gaze; 
but why is there more silver 
in her hair and more lines on her skin? 
The pretty pink and purple Sanrio knickknacks 
tell me I am back in the bedroom of my youth.

I get a whiff of mom's perfumed Spanish bath soap, 
bringing a sense of comfort,
like the mouthwatering aroma of simmering chicken stew
wafting in from the kitchen.
As I inhale the floral scent of my cloud-white pillows, 
I feel I am mom's young daughter again.

Feeling drowsy, I close my eyes to listen 
to the haunting notes from the radio,
its soft melody competes with nature’s 
night orchestra outside, where dusk has settled.
The boisterous laughter and baritone-voiced 
banter of my brothers echo in my sleep.

Startled, I wake up from the dream. The fever’s gone; 
in body and spirit I'm a strong adult again.




20 September 2015

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Andrea Dietrich October 29, 2015 at 3:55 PM Kim, I keep clicking on poems of yours and can't find one to comment on. Can you think of one you would like me to read that i never read yet?

Dr. Upma A. Sharma October 8, 2015 at 2:05 AM Wonderful imagery Kim! Congrats on superb win!

Nette Onclaud October 3, 2015 at 3:56 PM in a dream-like state, your senses are alive, kim... wonderful entry... big congrats and thank you for gracing my contest.. huggs Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:16 PM Thank you so much, Nette! This kind of dream, where I'm taken to my childhood, being taken care of happened several times over the years and it comes when I'm sick. Maybe the subconscious seeks emotional comfort while the body is still weak. It's the only explanation I can come up with.

Joseph May October 3, 2015 at 11:05 AM An emotionally gripping write...Congrats on a great win Kim Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:12 PM Thank you, Joseph! hugs!

Sandra Haight October 3, 2015 at 3:20 AM I missed reading this before Kim, but now I have and so much enjoyed your beautiful dream poem full of mixed senses and amazing nostalgic imagery about your mom. Congratulations on your win. Hugs, Sandra Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:11 PM Thank you, Sandra! hugs!

Skat A October 2, 2015 at 10:57 PM Kim, Congrats on your "MIXED SENSES win" *****SKAT Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:10 PM Thank you, SKAT!

Michael Tor October 2, 2015 at 9:10 PM Kim nice win! Congratulations. Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:09 PM Thank you, Michael! hugs!

Eve Roper October 2, 2015 at 7:32 PM Congratulations on your win! Wonderful write!!!! Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:07 PM Hi Eve. Thank you so much! sorry for the late reply. hugs!

Andrea Dietrich October 2, 2015 at 4:36 PM I sure remember this lovely poem. BIG congrats for your well deserved win, Kim. Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:06 PM Thanks, Andie! hugs!

Paul Callus October 2, 2015 at 3:57 PM Stopping by once again Kim, this time with congratulations on your fine win! hugs // paul Jan Allison October 8, 2015 at 2:06 AM I start physio today hope to be getting back to normal soon and pain free:-) Hugs Jan xx

Jan Allison October 2, 2015 at 3:42 PM Dropping back with my congrats Kim I loved this the first time I read it:-) hugs Jan xx Kp Nunez October 7, 2015 at 11:05 PM Thank you so much, Jan. So sorry for the late reply. I hope you're feeling better these days. hugs!

Lindsay Laurie September 24, 2015 at 11:06 PM The past can either haunt us or take us back to a beautiful time and place which you have for the reader - thank you Kim - Lindsay

Cherl Dunn September 22, 2015 at 6:36 PM Dear Kim An expressive tribute for a very special lady, good luck in the contest my friend, loved the read, and thanks for the comment back, thanks for visiting my site, glad you enjoyed my work, it's a little dark but Halloween is coming and I always do a Halloween special posting for the whole month of October, different types at different levels of creepiness, lol but I wanted to return the favor back at you so thanks again you have a great night, take care, cheri

Afolabi Muideen September 22, 2015 at 1:32 PM This is beautifully expressed. The imagery this depicted make me inhale it scent. Your magic pen grab my attention through the whole read. Good luck in the contest........A.M.

Sara Kendrick September 22, 2015 at 6:52 AM Memories of our mothers always brings healing..I enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Laura Breidenthal September 21, 2015 at 2:54 PM Absolutely beautiful recollection, Kim...this really activates the senses... I cans see it all. I love this line: "The pretty pink and purple Sanrio knickknacks tell me I am back in the bedroom of my youth." I also like the scents of the pillows. Well done, as always! ~Laura

Constance La France September 21, 2015 at 10:19 AM Kim, oh so beautifully written, breathtaking images, and thanks for visiting my poem, nothing ~~

Andrea Dietrich September 20, 2015 at 2:47 PM VERY good, Kim. One of the best I have read yet in this contest. There is nothing like nostalgia to awaken our senses.

Emile Pinet September 20, 2015 at 2:11 PM Your words paint the scene with descriptive images that bring the essence of your experience into our conscious minds and we too walk the shores of our memories exulting in the moments of the past. Emile. #7

Demetrios Trifiatis September 20, 2015 at 1:06 PM A symphony of well balanced emotional melody! Good luck, dear Kim!

Jan Allison September 20, 2015 at 4:32 AM wow Kim I feel quite emotional reading this - such amazing imagery - you appealed to all the senses - I think Nette will love this:-) hugs Jan xx

Paul Callus September 20, 2015 at 3:35 AM I love this poem in free verse, Kim, and I am sure that Nette will, too. You always know what you want to transmit through the use of words and images, and you succeed admirably. Your appeal to the senses is remarkable...I floated along with you. Thankful for the fever to be gone, but sorry for the dream to end:) ~ Hugs // paul